Why I'm stuck!!

POETRY TO-DAY. 

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Like the air,

Like the Breath,

While alive,

While in death. 

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2 screen-shots.

Did you ever see?

Life : The Personal / The Collective.

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Where is the line of demarcation,

Between the personal and the collective? 

Where is the line of distinction,

Between the personal and the individual? 

Where we all, each and every-one,

Running amock, as in rivalry, as in revelry,

Sometimes like, as if in a relay-race,

And on others, as if in a steeple-chase,

Competing with others, one and all,

Winning or losing, in the end fall, 

Yet it never occurs to us at all, 

Who ran, lost, won, or stood tall.

The name keeps on going,

The game keeps on going,

In peace and in war as well,

Who is there, that played well, 

All is fair in love and war, 

I could see this, but so for!

The flag is hoisted, furling-unfurling,

The joy and sorrow keep on swirling.

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The Life.

Thus spake the Lord.

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Poetry

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You Never Die. 

Even if you die,

Your world dies with you. 

You can't kill the world, 

Nor the world can kill you. 

In every death, 

There is a next birth.

And in every birth,

There is a death.

You never live alone, 

In every life, 

There is an infinity of lives. 

You live one, you live all. 

Then you leave one, and leave all. 

Yet you never perish.

You never know, 

How many births you had,

In the past,

You never know, 

How many you have,

Presently,

You never know, 

How many you shall have,

In the future.

I had a myriad births,

You too had,

Though I know them all,

You don't know!

O Arjuna!

Thus spake the Lord :

"बहूनि मे व्यतीतानि जन्मानि तव चार्जुन।

तान्यहं वेद सर्वाणि न त्वं वेत्थ परंतप।।"

(Gita : chapter 4, stanza 5)

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Own Source!

POETRY

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LAW,  LOVE AND LIFE, 

TAKE THEIR OWN COURSE!

NO ONE EVER KNOWS,

NOR FINDS THE SOURCE!

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